a statue I promised you
made of words
the substance of dreams
semblance of true feeling
one by one I form them
cheek and breast buttock and thigh
I sculpt them what beauty oh what beauty
watching you I’ve become entranced
just think what would happen
if I kissed you
if I touched you
but if you let me love
dream with you in the flesh
I’d forget my promise to you
for when embracing so fondly
what would an idol of rhyme matter
yes I promised you
a statue in verse but
kisses and laughter and dream
that sings in the flesh are art as well
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© Gregory V Driscoll 2014